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Undercover cops- epoisode 1 - night stalkers
As I stood in line waiting to get into the club, my flesh, as if dipped in liquid nitrogen, became inflexible and lifelessly frozen. The frigid night air was chilling me to the very marrow of my bones. The slight breeze was sending the sunset colored autumn leaves airborne and they seemed to be dancing to the echoing beats that shook the walls of the club. That same beat was inspiring bodies to grind and gyrate in erotic pleasures on the dance floor.
For three weeks now, I had been working this undercover alley detail beside a gay establishment called "Club Colors" and during that time, I made twenty-seven arrests of various individuals: johns, prostitutes, dealers, and pimps. This alley was a bustling center of activity, constantly moving from sunset to sunrise. While I would like to brag about my arrest record and how proud the captain is of me, and how much I am enjoying this - I can't. Being out there, night after night, for hours on end, prancing up and down the cold secretive streets while wearing those ball busting daisy dukes was a bitch! You know, at first I racked my brain trying to figure out why the captain selected me for this assignment. In all honesty though I knew up front why; since junior high school I have had had this kind of sex appeal that attracts both women and men and that for this assignment, my sex appeal was being put to use by the police force. I was there to not only curb the amount of illegal sexual activity and drug sales but to find out why several male prostitutes mysteriously disappeared and then reappeared weeks later drained of blood.
In my usually predictable manner, I arrived on the scene around eleven. Having first gone through my transformation from being a suit and tie clad detective to a five foot eleven, half-naked sexual magnet. I had never been one to flaunt my sensuality but as I said, since early adolescence when I blossomed into an African ebony prince, all the girls and more guys than you'd imagine started making sexual advances. Being the shy kid in my classes, I usually kept to my self. That did not stop people from approaching me and asking me to go out with them or the occasional blunt offers; "Will you fuck me?", or "Can I suck your dick?"
I kept my virginity intact, despite the frequent temptations, until my junior year. My shyness and my virginity both disappeared when David Michaels captain of the baseball team, of all people, asked me to tutor him in algebra. Having tutored him for two months, I remember how happy he was when he passed his midterm and would be able to remain on the baseball team. His way of thanking me was interesting. He first gave me a friendly hug and a gift certificate for some cologne. It then progressed to a back rub, a massage, and finally a kiss and even more intimate contact. As we got naked and he pulled my pants down, my dick flopped out of my fruit of the looms. I remember how enamored he was by the sight of my dick as it hung freely. "Damn Sean, you got a big dick on you... I have seen you in the locker room hiding in the corner. I thought your shit must have been small. Why you holding out on people? You should be slinging this meat like your dick's name is Mike Tyson, knocking people out!
David was the first to actually remove an article of clothing and I don't remember what initiated such a bold move. I do remember the sight of David stripping, slowly and seductively, out of his clothes. I remember how good he looked, standing there as the soft lights from his bedroom lamp shone on his light caramel colored flesh. I remember how much I had waited for this moment. Since my first glance of him in gym class, his body, like he had just stepped out of one of those men's fitness magazines, was the object of my fantasies. I don't know what I loved most, looking at his chest, abs, thighs, calves or that long flaccid cock that hung low between his legs. Yeah I think it was that third leg that was swinging side to side as he confidently walked naked through the locker room. As he stood in front of me, I dropped to my knees and my mouth began to water. I became mesmerized. I watched his breathtakingly gorgeous body stride closer to me. My eyes then became fixated on his cock as is slowly began to get closer and harder. Once it was fully erect and within reach, I could no longer refrain from what I wanted to do since our tutoring began. I touched him and I opened my mouth and allowed him to enter. The heat and musky smell of his manhood made me drunk with excitement as I sucked him until he erupted down my esophagus several times. His cum was sweet and I savored every drop of it. Even though our tutoring ended, our friendship and our little rendezvous continued throughout our senior year. Had we not gone to different colleges, there is no doubt in my mind that we would have stayed together longer.
Last, I heard David was a schoolteacher in Texas, had three adopted children, and was happily married to a guy named Karl. I on the other hand, remained on the DL. My desire to be in crime enforcement kept me in the closet. The establishment, frowned upon the whole gay thing - "Don't ask - Don't tell."
Occasionally, to keep them off my back, I dated and even fucked the sisters of a few other officers, who came onto me at various functions. For the sake of appearances, I had to maintain my rep of being a lady's man. And thank goodness I had that rep because when this male prostitution thing was assigned to me, my reputation as a Don Juan who could knock the pussy out was that image that prevented the guys from ragging me as much as they could have.
Movies and TV shows make this shit look glamorous or fun and exciting, truth is undercover jobs can be fucked up, and shitty as hell. For a little over three weeks, I spent each night pacing up and down Franklin Ave., pacing in the chilled night air, waiting for a car to slow down and for the driver to signal me over. It was there, I remember, that my entire life changed. There I was, pacing up and down the dark streets, as usual. Nothing happened for about the first two hours of my shift and I was growing frustrated and horny. As the other guys walked around, I couldn't help but look at their tight little asses and their bulging crotches. The hip-hop trade was making my dick especially hard. They strutted around in their over-sized, hanging off the ass, jeans. I hadn't seen any dicks or asses in a month and I was starting to ache; looking at all this eye candy waiting and ready to be eaten, was making my bone harder than those little ass shorts were willing to accommodate. I was awakened from my lust filled daydreams when I spotted a limo rounding the corner of Franklin and Grace. My first thought was, this poor guy was lost. A lot of people often found themselves lost while trying to find the Jefferson hotel. I naturally figured that was the case here since seeing a stretched limo in this block was not the norm. I quickly realized that it was not a wrong turn that landed them there. The car drove slowly down the road with a purpose, a calculated intention. Someone in that vehicle was cruising the guys. I watched, as the hull of its ominous blue-green exterior reflected the streetlights. The slow moving predator seemed to glow as it prowled for victims.
The metallic creature continued its slow, late night, creep. The guys in their usual drug induced stupor, raced towards the car - "Where there is a limo there is cash" - their obvious thought. I probably should have mirrored their behavior, so as not to stand out. By the time I realized it however, the car was slowing to a stop.
The driver's side window descended and the mass of cash horny hoes ran quickly to the window. As quickly as they surrounded the window making it disappear, something made them scatter. The actions resembled roaches; it was like when you turn on the kitchen lights and the scavenging insects flee. Not only did they move away form the car but they withdrew into the background, as if afraid of something. Then a voice... "You...," the deep baritone voice beckoned me. "Approach."
I hesitated. My cop instincts told me not to go but something deeper urged me forward. Systematically, one slow tentative step at a time, I approached. The scornful comments of the not so lucky, hatful bitches, didn't even register in my conscious mind. I do however remember hearing them chide from the background. The backbiting from these scornful hoes is what was making this investigation a curious one. In reality, it could have been anyone of the prostitutes who was committing the murders. Maybe one of them saw it as a way to remove the competition. Then again, something in my gut told me that this limo could be the source of the disappearances. Maybe that's why my inner voice initially urged me to call for back up. Ignoring the voice of reason, I approached the window; as I leaned forward to peer into, the scent of roses overwhelmed me. A sweet smell that made me reminiscent of my grandmother's rose garden and the sea of red roses that engulfed her casket at the funeral. I was lost in memory until he spoke again. "You are desired." "What...?" I approached the driver's window and tried to get him to clarify what he wanted.
Before I could peer into the dark interior, the passenger door opened. "Get in.", a second voice, more haunting than the first, beckoned.
I moved from the driver's window to the opened door and attempted to look in. The interior, like a black hole, was swallowing all of the lights. I strained my eyes in an attempt to see who had beckoned me to enter. No matter how hard I looked, there was nothing: no one was there that I could see. Again, that deep, sultry, baritone voice... "Get in."
I somehow felt compelled to obey, despite my instincts to tell him to fuck off and call back up to rush the vehicle. I opened the door wider and as I spoke, the darkness within the car seemed to be siphoning off the lights from the street. Ignoring my instincts, I stepped in. Once the door closed, nothingness...engulfed me! The empty void of the darkness surrounded, penetrated, and restrained me. The car pulled off and for the first time, I felt a hint of fear. "Relax."
I have no idea how long we had been driving or how far we drove. I sat there floating in a state of sense deprivation; even the sound of my beating heart disappeared into the silence. That scent of roses that I had noticed earlier had even vanished. I myself seemed to disappear and cease to be. I was lost in a sea of non-existence. The sudden jolt of the door opening sent a rush of reality back at me as my senses came back alive and damn near gave me a heart attack. We had apparently arrived at our destination.
Stepping from the car and unable to assimilate the onslaught of lights, sounds, scents, and sensations of the air on my skin, I fell backwards. Before crashing to the ground, I was taken hold of.
I tried to look up, to see whose arms were holding me up. The man who "desired" me, helped me to regain my footing rather quickly and before I could see his face, he began walking towards the house. I looked around, like a good detective, trying to get a feeling for my location. I would have to describe my location, if I made a call for back up. There were no major landmarks, the mansion, which was more like a castle, was situated in what appeared to be a forest; a deep sea of blackness. Hundreds of these tall dark sentinels guarded it; their branches stretched out, warding off all intruders, including the light of the stars and moon above.
The driver coughed. That was my signal to stop taking in the landscape. I politely nodded and smiled. My own smiling and nodding reflection greeted me on the window, as it rolled up and the car drove off down the driveway. Feeling a little like an ass, I turned and jogged to catch my illusive host, just as he reached the huge oak door. Slowly, it swung open and we entered. The butler, a gaunt Asian man with an empty emotionless mannequin like expression, took our coats. My host turned and walked down a long corridor and without looking back, waved his hand, beckoning me to follow. After walking down a few hallways, we turned and entered a living room that was damn near the size of a basketball court. It was then that the grandeur of this place hit me. "Your house is beautiful." "I know." "Arrogant bastard." I thought to myself. "He could have said thank you."
If had I been interested in him, that would have been considered strike one. I continued to follow him as he walked to the sofa. Now was my chance to see his face, the last piece to the puzzle. He stood approximately five eleven and was a good one ninety pounds, at least. Long thin golden tipped dreadlocks crowned his head. He was fashionably dressed in a Dolce and Gabana suit, obviously tailored specifically for him. The dark red wine colored silk shirt clung tightly to his broad chest and large erect nipples. Even his rock solid six-pack was visible. The black gabardine dress slacks he wore were a perfect fit; they accentuated his tight round ass and thick firm thighs. He reminded me of David in many ways. From tight baseball player's physique to the visible bulge, those pants could not hide. My mouth moistened in lustful anticipation of deep-throating a dick that big. "Please have a seat."
As I sat, he continued to speak. "What's your name?" "Sean.", I answered honestly for some odd reason, rather than giving my street alias. "Welcome to my home Sean. I am called by many names, the one I prefer; my birth name is Marquis Devaroix." "Hello Mr. Devaroix. It is a pleasure to meet you." "Likewise, but please call me Marquis. There is no need for such formalities between us."
His voice offered a strange comfort and the more he spoke, the more my fears and apprehensions melted away. I knew, however, that something was not what it seemed to be. The detective in me was vigilant and on guard. "Marquis, may I ask you something?" "Anything." "Why am I hear. I mean why did you pick me up?" "My young friend..."
He looked younger or at least as old as me and yet he referred to me as his young friend, how odd. "…You ask questions to which you already know the answers. However, I shall humor your inquiry. I am attracted to you, just as you are now feeling attracted to me."
His candor was beginning to titillate me. He had this air of sensuality that exuded from him like cologne. When I tried to hide my blushing smile, he said something that I would never have antic ipated. "You would like me to think you are not attracted to me but do not waste the time to lie. I know that the feelings are mutual. The rushing waves of blood surging to your manhood betray you."
It was true; my dick had begun to get hard as I anticipated his answer to my question. I diverted my thoughts so that nothing all could be detected; I wondered how he knew. My police instincts were screaming at m - Telling me that I needed to leave. In reply, I told my instinct to shut the hell up for a minute; I needed to feel the touch of a man again and Marquis Devaroix was the best candidate to fulfill my needs. Before I could speak, Marquis stood and for a moment remained perfectly still, motionless as if he had turned to stone. My beating heart, quickened. Now, what I had tried before to hide could not be hidden as blood was surging to my engorged cock. The rushing swoosh of blood through my veiny dick seemed to attract Marquis' attention. Looking ever so attentively at my erect dick he smiled before he redirected his gaze upwards and looked deeply into my eyes.
His dark bronze complexion, velvety and smooth like Swiss chocolate, beckoned to be attended to by my tongue. Having flung the shirt on the couch behind him, his exposed chest was more succulent than I had imagined. His large dark erect nipples jutting out from his body and wanted to be licked, sucked, and nibbled on and I wanted to give them the attention they desired. "Come to me Sean." his words entered directly into my mind rather than through my ears.
I walked into his arms and fell hypnotically into the soft enveloping comfort. His hands began to caress my upper back as he leaned closer and lightly began kissing my forehead, chin, and cheek. His hands moved lower and lower. My ass, finally was being held by a man again; firmly in hands that were stronger than any I have ever felt and yet equally as gentle. He pulled me closer. Our groins pressed firmly together. I could feel the mass of his manhood pressing against my cock and mid-thigh. I could tell that he was by far the largest I had ever felt. I wondered if I could accommodate a dick that big!
I looked around nervously and wondered about the butler or some other servant who may pop in. Marquis, felt my anxiety, and peered into my eyes and embraced my soul. "Sean, I have waited for someone like you for a long time."
I parted my lips in preparation to ask him a question but was shocked into silence. His hand waved in front of me and my shirt vanished in a wisp of smoke. Marquis then leaned in and began licking my bare chest. His strangely cool breath caressed my body as his tongue traced a path around my nipples. A series of tremors was set into motion and buckled my knees. He caught me in his arms yet again and he began to lick my neck, softly tickling me with his tongue around my neck and ear lobe before taking the southern route again. He licked downwards from my neck to my tight six-packed abs and even lower; to my waistband. Slowly, he unzipped my jeans. My erect manhood, sprung free and without hesitation was engulfed. The feeling of his tongue, as it encircled my glans, cast a spell on my body as it fell into erotic, pre-orgasmic seismic convulsions! My hands took firm hold of his head as I was being swallowed, completely engulfed. Soon, I was no longer getting head but was fucking his face!
After a few thrusts of my dick down his open throat, I felt a sharp pain. It was a piercing bite at the base of my shaft. The pain shocked me yet did not reduce the tantalizingly pleasurable sensation of having my fucking dick sucked to the balls! My eyes rolled backwards. My body went limp and I blacked out. I slept throughout the night and most of the next day. I slowly regained consciousness. There I was still naked, lying on his bed. The sheets, like whipped satin, were erotically soothing against my naked body. As the sun disappeared totally from sight and only darkness remained, I looked up at the silhouette of a fully naked man standing out on the balcony. Marquis turned to face me and without walking, seemed to have floated to the foot of the bed. There he stood and as he glared down upon me, he licked his lips. He made a small gesture with his right hand and a hip-hop house beat to begin playing in the background.
Covered in a slight sheen of sweat, his body glistened. A golden aura surrounded him as he began to dance. For the first time this evening, I could really admire how attractive well he was, a perfect male specimen. Every muscle group perfectly defined as if cast in bronze. He was what all men wanted to be, powerful, strong, rich, attractive, sexy and desirable. I looked him over, from head to toe, debating on what part was the best, as if such a thing could be determined. As he continued to gyrate to the pounding musical beat, my gazing eyes soon settled on, not necessarily the most politically correct thing but it was the most beautiful. I watched it bounce and slap against his thick thighs. Every so often, when he would do some energetic dance move, it would slap his stomach and damn near his chest! Still soft, the loud slapping, as his dance paced quickened, was sure sign of how heavy a dick he carrying. Marquis continued to dance; he gyrated to the mysterious rap music, which seemed to emanate from the very walls. "Do you like what you see?" he seductively asked me. I nodded. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he boldly asked. Again, I nodded without realizing what I was saying.
The speed at which he dove into the air was unbelievably incredible. Of equal amazement was how gently he landed on top of me. His soft sweaty dick, as he laid on me, was weighing heavily against my firm nine-inch piece of prime police dick. His arms, as if about to do a push up, held him above me. He looked into my eyes and for a second I felt as if I were looking into his soul. Into a place where I could not only see his past and his present but also his emotional torment. I grew scared. "Sean, do not be afraid. I would not harm you. I have wanted you since I first saw you in high school." "High school?" I retorted back, now more confused then scared. "Remember your senior fashion show?" I nodded yet unsure how he knew about that event or where he was going with this speech. For a minute, the sexual tension eased. "Do you recall the announcement that a gracious benefactor had not only written a check to meet that evening's goal dollar amount but that the man also donated another fifty thousand dollars on top of that?" "That was you?" "Yes that was me. Moreover, I did it, because of you. From the first time you stepped out on stage in those baggy Fubu jeans, with your open denim jacket, showing your firm abs and well developed chest, I knew my search had ended." "But how can you...uhh, we're about the same age, aren't we...?" "I want you to stay with me...," he said in what almost sounded like a plea.
I had no idea how this man could have been the rich benefactor from when I was high school. How could he bee the same man while remaining so young in appearance? Despite the mystery, I prepared to acknowledge that I too wanted to be with him. Before I could speak, he uttered three final yet powerful syllables. "...forever." I felt his dick begin to rise as he whispered that single word off his wet glistening lips with such passion and love.
Still lying on my back, I closed my eyes as Marquis gently lifted off me. I felt his right hand take my left leg by the ankle; followed by the right ankle. I allowed him to lift my legs, placing them on his shoulders. Having my legs parted and my rosebud exposed, I felt vulnerable and yet I could feel my tender tight pucker getting wet in anticipation of having that, now erect, twelve- inch monster enter my deepest recesses. He moved closer to me and I felt his bulbous head, leaking with precum touch my asshole. He pressed and there was pain the likes of which I cannot begin to explain. It felt like someone had taken a hot curling iron and tried to use it as a dildo on me! Once that first blast of pain subsided, I relaxed my muscles and he continued his entrance. Inch by inch, Marquis continued to dive deeper and deeper until finally his balls were resting against my ass and his manhood rested against my prostate. Those pre-orgasmic shivers, once again, ran throughout my body.
His pelvic bone rested against my ass cheeks and his dark, curly, patch of hair over his dick, tickled my hole. He was buried in me deeper than I thought could be possible. He leaned forward to kiss me, pushing my knees near my face, thank God I was flexible. Slowly he began pumping. The initial cautious pace soon yielded to faster, more powerful thrusts. The soft gentle pressure of his cock tickling my prostate became a harder and more forceful pummeling. He was tearing my ass to pieces and that shit felt good! I had never achieved orgasm by having someone fuck me but I could tell that if Marquis continued in like manner to wear my ass out, I would release!
His ravaging rhythm slowed occasionally and he would lean in to kiss my lips and nuzzling my neck. I looked into his eyes and saw a deep sorrow. Behind those hazel eyes that held me spellbound, hid a tortured soul. Again, without words, his thoughts penetrated my mind as deeply as his cock was penetrating below. "Sean, I have something to give you but I am not certain if uhh... you must want It.", his thoughts frantically raced through my head. "Give it to me.", I replied before taking the time to think or ask what the secretive something was.
Looking down upon me, Marquis smiled and as usual, that beautifully contagious smile made me smile back at him. He smiled even wider and in doing so, revealed two abnormally long incisors.
As quickly as I noticed them, they disappeared into the soft flesh just below the curve of my left jaw. Our minds still linked, Marquis reveled in his domination of my will and now my soul. He had waited for so long to have someone to love and to love him back. I could feel it, my life being sucked away, drop by precious drop flowing from my jugular down his throat. My body began growing cold. The nerve endings of my body increased in sensitivity and everything became heightened. He continued to drink my blood as each stroke of his blood engorged jackhammer piled deeper and deeper into me; ripples of ecstasy, like the waves of an ocean, traversed my body. "Sean come to me.", he whispered into my mind as he continued to drink.
Had I wanted to resist, there was no strength, physical or mental. I had never imagined that such pleasure was possible. I reached around with the last of my strength and firmly grabbed him by the ass and pulled him to me. I pulled him deeper, as far into me as possible. With the last precious drop of my blood drained, he began to release a torrent of his fluids into the inner caverns of my ass. My prostate swam in the cold river of semen was filling me. He released blasts of cum so forceful that I could taste it as he injected my lower intestines with his chilled essence. The feeling of his cock, which doubled in size as he unleashed his juices, was the catalyst that triggered my own cock into orgasmic shock. I also released my seed in a splash of unified passion. Now empty of both my blood and my cum, my body's tremors slowly subsided, as did my breathing and the beat of my heart. In that, my most satisfying sexual experience ever, I died. "Sean, sleep my love. When you awake you will be transformed." His was the last voice I remembered feeling within my mind as I crossed into the realm of death and shadows.
I could describe the time that I was gone as days or years. In reality, I have no idea how long I had laid in wait from the time I passed to the day he called me and I slowly awoke. "Sean, it is time my love. It is time for you to celebrate the gift I have given you."
Slowly I opened my eyes. Everything, though dimly lit, seemed brightly, more vivid, and more colorful than ever before. I stood from the soft surface of the silk blanket. My body rose, effortlessly, as I began to levitate. The air carried scents I had never smelled before and the flesh of my naked body felt alive in a way that I can only describe as phenomenally superhuman. With some sort of radar like awareness, I could literally feel the objects in the room. I gracefully floated towards the balcony and while looking at the darkness with my new eyes, I felt his presence materialize behind me.
My initial thought was to ask what he had done to me but why ask what I already knew. Marquis, the lonely man with the soft eyes had killed many of the other street walkers as a means of survival. All the while, keeping his eyes on me and waiting for the time to lure me to him to take the gift and be transformed. "Sean, for more years than I care to recall, I have waited for someone like you my love. I have waited for the one who would be my eternal love. Now, that wait has ended!"
I was dumbfounded. Here I was, a cop sent out to catch and if necessary kill this man who had been preying on people over the past few weeks, which in reality had been for centuries in various cities, states and countries. Rather than arrest him, I had allowed him to fuck me and kill me and turn into what he was - a vampire.
Marquis, slowly closed the distance between us as I turned to face him he continued to walk closer to me until our semi-erect cocks gently brushed one another. In seconds, we both stood at full attention. He reached out, grabbed me with his right hand, and spun me a full hundred and eighty. His firm dick rested in the warm crack of my ass. Both of his hands grabbed me by the waist and pushed me, forcing me to bend at the waist, making my asshole more accessible. As a night stalker, pain no longer carried the significance it once had. Knowing that, he impaled me. His massive hard stake of a dick, which my small clenching sphincter could never have resisted, plunged deep inside of me!
Feeling my flesh rip to accommodate his massive girth, I let out a scream! As much as it hurt in that initial instant, the pain yielded to immense pleasure. I stood upright, still impaled and threw my head back. Marquis reached around and placed one hand on my chest and the other took hold of my cock, which he slowly began to fondle. My toes curled and grasped for the floor which was no longer beneath me. With his cock still buried deep within me, Marquis begun to levitate us of the ground. We hovered nearly fifteen feet off the floor. There in mid air, he began the slow repeated rhythm of withdrawing his dick and then just before it could spring free he pushed it back, deep inside of me. With the new heightened senses I had, the rhythm of him fucking me was almost unbearably pleasurable. "Fuck me...Ohhhhh shit… Marquis... hhhh...." I began to plead. I wanted more of his cock inside of me, his now hot immortal juices pumped into me! "...Marquis, I...ahhhh baby fuck me!"
Faster, we spun in the air and faster he pounded and ravaged me. That extra large vampire cock had found its long sought after home and Marquis was making sure my ass knew it belonged to him! "Ohhh fuckkkkk, Marquis ohh ohhhh ohhhhhhh!" I screamed out like a banshee as I sprayed my first jet of nut into the air. The next two long spurts sent raindrops of semen falling to the floor as my balls emptied their reservoir of passion. "Sean, I ahhhhh, ohhh Sean.... Damnnnn, I'm cumming!! Ahhhhhh!!"
Marquis' cock swelled and after one more wet thrust into me, he began to shoot his load. Several loads of cum coated my hot musky rectum until his seed began to leak out from around his dick, still buried balls deep in my ass. He pulled out, still busting that hot nut all over my back and ass. Wet and covered in Marquis' cum, he took me in his arms. We embraced. Glued together, we kissed feverishly and fucked twice more before daybreak. As vampires, our sexual hunger never waned nor did the number of times we could cum! The sun began to move through the heavens making itself visible on our side of the world and with its rise, we made our descent into the darkness of his private mausoleum; beneath the basement. As we lay in his coffin spooning, his cock still hard pressed firmly against my moist, still hungry ass I wondered as I drifted off to sleep, "I Wonder if the captain will let me change my schedule and work all night shifts from now on?"